Eight Linglong (II)

"That is true."

Straw Raincoat Guest nodded.

They were both in the intelligence business.

And both worked as assassins.

They possessed the most basic vigilance.

"It's just that Netherworld's assassins have been growing more numerous by the day lately!"

"Look at that child down there."

"Do they really think everyone is blind?"

"He looks no older than ten."

"Yet he's already an Innate Martial Artist."

As he spoke, the corner of Straw Raincoat Guest's eye twitched slightly.

Though he was hardly in any position to criticize others.

His own appearance was strange as well.

In fact, it was even worse than that child's.

At least the child's disguise could fool ordinary people.

His own disguise looked suspicious at a glance.

Yet as he watched one Innate Martial Artist after another from Netherworld arrive, then blend into the crowd under various identities—five or six had already slipped in before long—even Straw Raincoat Guest felt a chill run through him. He knew full well that he had lost control over this muddy situation. He could not even see through it anymore.

Night Curtain did not have many Innate Martial Artists.

And they had no Grandmaster overseeing them.

Ji Wuye's external martial arts truly ensured that he was invincible within the Innate realm.

Ordinary attacks could not even break through his defenses.

Then there was Mo Ya at his side.

A professional Innate Martial Artist specializing in movement techniques.

And Bai Yifei and the others.

But if they faced Netherworld's targeted assassinations, or an outright unseen storm to reshuffle the underworld, then even if Hei Bai Xuan Jian did not arrive, Netherworld's current forces alone were enough to suppress them. At most, Night Curtain might wound them in a desperate final struggle, but the losses Netherworld would suffer would not be worth it.